Xiao Mu had once told Ouyang Hao that Lin Yixun’s past was not simple, but so what? The man tightly gripped Lin Yixun’s arm and said each word with emphasis, "Lin Yixun, I don’t need to understand your past. I only care about your present."
"Really?" Lin Yixun curled her lips in a mocking smile, "That’s because you don’t fully understand me yet. Once you do, you’ll surely regret what you said today."
Lin Yixun didn’t know where the strength came from, but she pushed him away. Blocking the room door behind him, Lin Yixun hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked toward the elevator without looking back.
At the moment she turned, she saw a familiar figure not far away. How ridiculous, the culprit of her misfortunes was standing just a short distance away.
She didn’t know how long Leng Yixiu had been standing there, nor how much he had seen and heard of what happened between her and Ouyang Hao just now.
Lin Yixun’s lips tightened as she saw Ouyang Hao chasing after her from behind. She could only force herself to move forward. Reaching the elevator, it coincidentally opened, and Lin Yixun stepped in without even looking at the indicator light.
Just before the elevator doors closed, Leng Yixiu slipped in. Lin Yixun’s heart tightened, wondering what kind of unlucky day she was having with one bad thing after another.
She reached out to press the button for the next floor, but her hand was tightly grabbed by a large palm. Startled, Lin Yixun looked up and met a pair of cold eyes.
The man’s eyes locked on her, lips tightly pressed, the veins on his forehead protruding from tension. His gaze was so venomous that even without him saying a word, Lin Yixun could feel his overwhelming anger.
This kind of Leng Yixiu frightened Lin Yixun, but she didn’t want to show a trace of fear in front of him.
"Leng Yixiu, what are you doing!" Lin Yixun raised her hand intending to shake off his grip, but he easily caught both her hands and held them high above her head.
Lin Yixun widened her eyes in fear and shouted angrily, "Leng Yixiu, what exactly do you want!"
Her voice carried not only anger and resentment but also a hint of fear. Though she was ashamed to admit it, she indeed felt a bit scared of the man in front of her.
The man’s gaze roamed over her face, finally landing on her pale lips. Suddenly, he reached out a finger to caress her lips, initially gentle but his touch gradually became heavier, eventually turning into ruthless torment.
A burning pain spread from her lips, and Lin Yixun had no doubt that her lips were already bruised.
Lin Yixun struggled and turned her head away, glaring at the man before her as if staring at a monster. Taking advantage of his unguarded moment, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on his finger.
Although the man was quick to withdraw his finger, Lin Yixun still managed to break the skin, and she felt a surge of satisfaction as she glanced at his bleeding finger.
She coldly raised her chin, an arrogant smile on her lips, "Leng Yixiu, even a rabbit will bite when cornered."
Pulling a hair from a tiger’s back, Lin Yixun thought she was in for the man’s wrath, but unexpectedly, his stern face regained some warmth.
He calmly pulled out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood off his finger, saying leisurely, "A rabbit will never escape the hunter’s palm."
At that moment, the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the man stepped out.
As he left the elevator, the man suddenly turned around and gave Lin Yixun a deep look, reminding her, "Don’t let any other man touch you, or next time it won’t be this simple."